Something About You..

Chapter 2: First Day Alone

First Day Alone

-Danny's P.O.V-

Oh my.. "What did you do?" sourly looking around my house. "I let you stay in my house for one day, literally only long enough for you not to go to school, and you have already changed so much!" I swear I am trying to hold back my anger with her. 

Samiya had one damn day, just barely. I went to school, full of worry about what this woman would do to my home only to find that my house has been "girl-ified".

Here's what I mean:

When you walk up the stairs to my house, you will find new plants added. She also hung up a wind chime, so now my porch "sings". There's this metal sun wall décor hung up above my front door. Hell, she even put fucking lights up around the railing for my stairs. 

She, clearly, had too much time on her hands.

When I walked through the door, there was a shoe rack placed to left of the door. My mom had a small tote we used to fill with our shoes, but now there's a real shoe rack, each pair of shoes was placed neatly and together. There's a rug in front of the door on both sides now, as well but the rug directly in front of the door, It's long enough to be under the shoe rack and under the door. Both rugs matched in design. Next to the shoe rack is the refrigerator, a small counter space then the stove. The counters, that come after the stove, hugged the wall and wrapped around the corner, too. Basically, the kitchen is what greats everyone when you enter the house.

The kitchen has an island counter in the center. Hanging above the counter is this oval shaped pan rack, it hangs high enough for no one to hit there head off of it, but low enough that someone short could reach up to hang a few pans and such, on it. However, my mom didn't like the rack so she never placed anything on it. 

Taking a look now, it seems Samiya placed brand new pans and cooking utensils off it. My mom isn't going to like that if she see's it. In the corner of the kitchen there's enough space for a small dinning table my mom had put there. My mom went ahead and placed four chairs around the table, but at any given time usually only one person would sit down at the table. If you must know, it was me. I used to sit at the table for dinner, waiting silently for my mom to return.

Samiya took it upon herself to place a small vase with a few different types of flowers in the center of the table. She also added those little metal racks that hold salt and pepper shakers. Most restaurants have them. 

It all looks so shiny and clean, yet homey and engulfing. Honestly, it was dampening my mood. The house never felt like home, it's just a place my mom moved us to get away from the past so to see someone take initiative to produce an at home feel, threw me off. Think mom had a hard time filling in the house with the details because it brought up memories of my dad..

Letting out I sigh I continue looking around. I began observing the rest of the house.

Behind the front door, to the right, is a hallway. On the left of the hall is the only bathroom in the house, then directly down the hall there is the laundry room. The washer and dryer are stacked on top of each other leaving enough space for a tall but thin shelf where Danny has stacked the towels, face-cloths, and arranged the laundry detergent and fabric softener on neatly. It seems Samiya added a few vases with lily's in them. She even put the mop and broom in it's own bucket.